Bournemouth could be on to something. By getting so angry with the Met Office for predicting a washout on what turned out to be one of the warmest days of the year, it has shown the way forward for Britain's sporting summer, which kicked off yesterday with a fine win for the Lions.

All we need to do as Wimbledon, the Open and the Ashes come around is to ask the nice people at the Met to predict rain. Storms. Hailstones. And more rain.

The result will be the happiest, sunniest summer of sport we can remember. Where Bournemouth leads, Britain follows. This sentence has never before appeared in print.